"Lydia?" I questioned as the teary eyed, strawberry blonde ran up to me, wrapping her arms around me and resting her head on my shoulder. As soon as her arms were around me I squeezed her tight. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Jackson dumped me. He called me a deadweight." I sighed and ran my fingers through her hair, trying to calm her down.

"Honestly Lydia? If he isn't bowing down at your feet then he doesn't know how lucky he was to have had you. You are the best thing that could have happened to him and if he doesn't realise that then he isn't worthy of your time let alone your tears." I told her and pulled out of the embrace, not completely but enough to see her face. I brought my hands up and wiped at her tears. "You understand me?" She nodded with a small smile and hugged me again.

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"Come over today?" Stiles murmured in my ear as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind me, resting his head on my shoulder and laying a short but soft kiss to my neck. I continued to gather my things from my locker and leaving the books I didn't need.

"I can't I'm studying with Danny." I told him and already knew he was pouting without having to look.

"Why don't you study with me?" I turned around after closing my locker and leant against it with Stiles' arms still around my waist.

"Because we both know that if I study with you we'll both get distracted." I poked his nose and he smirked.

"Well maybe I wanna be distracted." He mumbled, staring at my lips with a smirk and I raised an eyebrow. Someone was flirty today.

"Hmm...but maybe you don't want you grades to drop." I retorted and he nodded with a thoughtful face.

"True." He agreed and leant in, pressing his lips to mine softly but the kiss was short-lived as someone cleared their throat.

"You sure you need help with Chemistry, Rori? You seem to have enough of it." Danny joked. I laughed and Stiles' cheeks were tinted pink.

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I flopped onto my stomach on Danny's bed and pulled out my books as Danny got on next to me, pulling out his own work.

"So you and Stiles are probably the cutest couple I've seen. I wish I had someone like that." He commented and I blushed, not knowing how to reply.

"Thanks, Danny. And you're probably one of the sweetest people I've met so I'm one hundred percent positive you'll find yourself a sweet hottie." I replied with a wink and he grinned at me. We continued to talk and study...mostly talk when Danny's phone began to ring. He looked at the called ID and rolled his eyes.

"What do you want Stiles?" He deadpanned down the phone and I perked up a bit at the name.

"Uhh I need help with Lab homework."

"I'm actually helping Rori with right now."

"You can bring her then. Pleeeeease, I really need your help. Please, please, please, please-"

"Fine! We'll be over in ten."

"Thankyo-" Danny was quick to end the call and I rolled my eyes.

"That was rude." I chided and Danny raised his eyebrows and laughed.

"What are you, my mother?" He questioned and I laughed. "Anyway, we have to head over to your boyfriends house, apparently the separation anxiety was too much for him to bear." He quipped.

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I knocked my knuckles against the wooden door of the Stilinski's home. The door was practically flung open and I smiled at Stiles who'd opened it with a grin. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs with Danny following close behind until we were all in his bedroom and that's when Stiles asked Danny to trace the text.

"You want me to do what?"

"Trace a text." Stiles repeated and I rolled my eyes and turned around to sit on Stiles' bed when I saw someone sitting beside it. I grinned and sent him a small wave. Derek sent me a tiny smile back and I jumped on the bed. I rolled onto my stomach and listened to Danny and Stiles when something on Stiles' computer screen caught my eye. The computer itself was asleep but his screensaver was on and it was pictures of him and I. I smiled at the picture which changed to another, then another. He logged in and his wallpaper was again, a picture of us. I snapped back into reality when Danny started talking again.

"Who's he again?" He questioned. Stiles spun around and glanced at Derek before turning to look back at Danny.

"Uhh..." He began awkwardly. "My cousin...Miguel." I sat up and covered my mouth to try and stop myself laughing. I turned away from Stiles and Danny, in case Danny saw me. But when I looked at the expression on Derek's face it became even harder to contain my giggles.

"Is that blood on his shirt?" He asked, sounding confused and slightly disturbed.

"Yeah. Yes. Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds." Stiles told him, creating a fairly unbelievable excuse, but Danny somehow seemed convinced. "Hey Miguel!" He called and Derek looked up at him with a sour look on his face. "I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts." Stiles kept nodding towards his chest of drawers and Derek slammed -what looked to be the dictionary- closed and chucked it lightly into my lap. Yup, it was the dictionary. 'Miguel' got up and made his way over to the drawers, taking off his shirt. My eyes widened. Stiles began mumbling to Danny about the text again but Derek interrupted him.

"Uh, Stiles?"

"Yes?"

"This?" He began in reference to the shirt he was holding. "No fit." He tugged it a few times, trying to get his point across.

"Then try something else on." He told him, talking as if he were saying it to a child. He spun back around to Danny. "Sorry." He mumbled but then looked between Danny and Derek.

"Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh?" Stiles said with sudden enthusiasm as he hit Danny's arm, gesturing to an ugly bright orange and blue striped shirt. I giggled at Stiles' sudden change in temperament and the fact that Derek looked like an angry puppy. "What do you think, Danny?"

"Huh?"

"The shirt." Stiles reiterated.

"It's - it's not really his color." Danny said, sounding strained and Derek took the shirt off again.

"You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't you, Danny boy?" Stiles mumbled.

"You're a horrible person."

"I know. It keeps me awake at night." Stiles replied quickly. "Anyway, about that text..."

"Stiles!" Derek shouted with another shirt in his grip. "None of these fit." Both Stiles and me looked over to Danny simultaneously and as if a string inside him snapped, Danny caved and began to spit out what he had to have in order to trace the text.

"I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text." Stiles threw his hands up in victory and I walked over and grabbed a shirt for Derek from Stiles' shirt drawer, already knowing where it was since I frequently stole shirts from him.

"There. This text was sent from a computer." We all gathered around the computer and watched. "This one." Danny said in finality as he pointed to the name on the screen.

"Really?" Derek asked doubtfully. "Registered to that account name?"

"No, no, no, no. That can't be right." Stiles said and I nodded in agreement as I looked at the screen

Account Registered to:

Beacon Hills Hospital - Melissa McCall

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It had been a few hours since Danny had left and we were sat outside Beacon Hills Hospital as Stiles was currently on the phone with Scott. They were talking about the necklace, much to my annoyance. I wanted Stiles to go to the game so he could finally play first line but he was adamant about staying. "Did you get the picture?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, we did, and it looks just like the drawing." Derek grabbed Stiles' wrist and pulled the phone towards himself, ultimately hurting Stiles in the process.

"Derek." I mumbled and slapped his hand. He immediately loosened his grip with a roll of his eyes and started talking to Scott.

"Hey, is there something on the back of it? There's gotta be something. An inscription, an opening, something." He asked, sounding frustrated.

"No, no, the thing's flat. And, no, it doesn't open. There's nothing in it, on it, around it, nothing. And where are you? You're supposed to be here. You're first line."

"Where the hell is Bilinski?" I heard Coach ask over the phone.

"Man, you're not gonna play if you're not here to start." Scott told Stiles and I felt a wave of unexplained sadness come over me, causing me to furrow my brows, confused as it didn't feel like my own sadness but I otherwise brushed it off.

"I know. Look, if you see my dad, can you tell him - tell him I'll be there, I'll just be a little bit late, okay? All right, thanks." Stiles said and hung up. I sighed.

"Stiles you're not gonna make it...I made you a poster and everything." Stiles turned around to look at me in the backseat with a goofy grin.

"You made me a poster?"

"Of course I did." I smiled back. "What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't make you a poster."

"You didn't tell Scott about him mum." Derek mentioned, butting into our conversation.

"Not till we find out the truth." Stiles told him once he turned around.

"By the way, one more thing." Derek began.

"Yeah?-" Stiles began as he face Derek, who was quick to slam his face into the steering wheel. "Oh God!" Stiles yelled in pain.

"Derek! What the hell!" I screeched and hit him in the back of this head, which didn't affect him.

"Yeah! What the hell was that-"

"You know what that was for." Derek said sternly, brandishing a pointed finger at Stiles' face. "Go." He pointed to the hospital. Stiles sighed. "Go!" He got out the car and I crawled from the backseat and sat in the front seat before grabbing Stiles' outstretched hand as he helped me out.

"Aurora." I spun around. "What are you doing?" He asked toughly.

"Going with Stiles?" I said confused and it sounded more like a question than a statement.

"No. You're staying here. Where it's safe." He objected and I shook my head, walking closer to the car.

"Derek, Stiles is my boyfriend-" I began but Derek didn't let me finish.

"So? I've known you since you were little. Stay here."

"No. We'll call you once were in. It's gonna be fine." I told him with a comforting smile and watched as his eyes softened for a split second

"Fine." He grouched before mumbling, "stay safe." I grinned at him and nodded before walking back to Stiles and taking his hand before walking into the hospital.

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"Yeah, I said we can't find her." Stiles told Derek as he pressed the mobile to his ear with his right hand and kept my hand firmly gripped in his left one.

"Look, ask for Jennifer. She's been looking after my uncle."

"Yeah, well, he's not here either."

"What?" Derek asked confused. I took the phone from Stiles and began to speak to Derek myself.

"He's not here. He's gone, Derek." I told him and heard a pause before Derek's urgent voice came flooding through the receiver.

"Stiles, Aury, get out of there right now - it's him! He's the Alpha! Get out!" We glanced at each other and out grips tightened. We went to turn but Peter Hale, Derek's supposedly 'comatose' uncle was leaning on the wall to his own room.

"You must be Stiles...oh and little Aurora too." We backed away and turned around quickly but came skidding to a halt when we were cut off by a redheaded woman in a white nurses uniform.

"What're you doing here? Visiting hours are over."

"You..." Stiles mumbled and pointed to the nurse before looking and Peter. "...And him." His arms dropped as I pushed him behind my back protectively. I felt my eyes glow golden and I rolled my neck and shoulders, with only one thing on my mind. Saving Stiles. My wings fell out from my back and I could see my skin glow a slight gold. "You're the one who...oh my...and he's the..." His put his hand on his head. "Oh my god I'm gonna die." I stood in front of Stiles and waited for one of them to make a move but Derek was quick to run in and elbow the nurse in the face, knocking her unconscious.

"That's not nice." Peter scolded lightly. "She's my nurse."

"She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people." He then looked to Stiles. "Get out of the way."

"Oh damn." Stiles breathed before ducking down but I stayed standing and moved to stand next to Derek who didn't protest.

"You think I killed Laura on purpose?" Peter spoke as he made his way towards us. "One of my own family?" Derek's eyes went blue and his teeth sharpened as he attacked Peter. They began to fight and Derek was thrown. I grabbed Peter's shoulder and pulled him back from Derek. I went to punch him but he grabbed my fist and slammed me into a wall with all of his Alpha strength. I groaned in pain. It was at that point when Derek pulled Peter off me.

"Aurora get out of here!" He shouted as he continued fighting with Peter.

"No!" I objected.

"I'll be fine. I promise. Just go!" I looked at him and he nodded at me, I sighed and grabbed Stiles before running out of the hospital.

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"Dude! We have a huge problem." Stiles panted to Scott as we sprinted into the locker room.

"Trust me...I know."

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A/N:

Sorry it took so long to get up everyone! Plus I haven't edited it at all, I've been going through heaps of family issues + school so it's not very fun :p

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